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Title: R. Caldecott's Picture Book (No. 2)
Author: Randolph Caldecott
Release date: November 24, 2010 [eBook #34433]
Language: English
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R. CALDECOTT'S
PICTURE BOOK
(No. 2)
CONTAINING
THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN
SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
THE FARMER'S BOY
CONTAINING
THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN
SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
THE FARMER'S BOY
LONDON
FREDERICK WARNE AND CO., Ltd.
AND NEW YORK
Printed tn Great Britain
THE
THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN.
The
THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN.
IT'S of three jovial huntsmen, an' a hunting they did go;
An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns also
Look ye there!
An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns also
Look ye there!
An' one said, "Mind yo'r e'en, an' keep yo'r noses reet i' th' wind
An' then, by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind."
Look ye there!
An' then, by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the first thing they did find
Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way."
Look ye there!
Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay;
It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't away."
Look ye there!
Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay;
It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't away."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a bull-calf, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray."
Look ye there!
Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a bull-calf, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay;
They're no' but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play."
Look ye there!
Was a two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay;
They're no' but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a fat pig, but another he said "Nay;
It's just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away."
Look ye there!
Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a fat pig, but another he said "Nay;
It's just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away."
Look ye there!
They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay;
They're two poor wanderin' lunatics—come, let us go away."
Look ye there!
Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay;
They're two poor wanderin' lunatics—come, let us go away."
Look ye there!
So they hunted, and they hollo'd, till the setting of the sun;
An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'-day was done.
Look ye there!
Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay;
But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day."
Look ye there!
An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'-day was done.
Look ye there!
Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay;
But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day."
Look ye there!
SING A SONG
FOR SIXPENCE
SING a Song for Sixpence,
A Pocketful
of Rye;
Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds
Baked
in a Pie.
a dainty Dish
his Counting-house,
Counting out his Money.
The Queen was in
the Parlour,
Eating Bread and Honey.
The Maid was in
the Garden,
Hanging out the Clothes;
There came a little Blackbird,
And snapped off her Nose
But there came a Jenny Wren
and popped it on again.
and popped it on again.
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
The Queen of Hearts.
THE Queen of Hearts,
She made some Tarts,
She made some Tarts,
All on a Summer's Day:
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those Tarts,
He stole those Tarts,
And took them right away.
The King of Hearts,
Called for those Tarts,
Called for those Tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore:
The Knave of Hearts,
Brought back those Tarts,
Brought back those Tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more
THE FARMER'S BOY
The Farmer's Boy.
WHEN I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's HORSES,
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
And here a Gee, and there a Gee,
And everywhere a Gee;
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
I used to keep my master's HORSES,
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
And here a Gee, and there a Gee,
And everywhere a Gee;
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's LAMBS,
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
And here a Baa, and there a Baa,
And everywhere a Baa;
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
And here a Gee, and there a Gee,
And everywhere a Gee;
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
I used to keep my master's LAMBS,
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
And here a Baa, and there a Baa,
And everywhere a Baa;
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
And here a Gee, and there a Gee,
And everywhere a Gee;
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's HENS,
With a Chuck-chuck here, and a Chuck-chuck there,
And here a Chuck, and there a Chuck,
And everywhere a Chuck;
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
And here a Baa, and there a Baa,
And everywhere a Baa;
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
&c., &c., &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
I used to keep my master's HENS,
With a Chuck-chuck here, and a Chuck-chuck there,
And here a Chuck, and there a Chuck,
And everywhere a Chuck;
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
And here a Baa, and there a Baa,
And everywhere a Baa;
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
&c., &c., &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's PIGS,
With a Grunt-grunt here, and a Grunt-grunt there,
And here a Grunt, and there a Grunt,
And everywhere a Grunt;
With a Chuck-chuck here, and a Chuck-chuck there,
And here a Chuck, and there a Chuck,
And everywhere a Chuck;
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
&c., &c., &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
I used to keep my master's PIGS,
With a Grunt-grunt here, and a Grunt-grunt there,
And here a Grunt, and there a Grunt,
And everywhere a Grunt;
With a Chuck-chuck here, and a Chuck-chuck there,
And here a Chuck, and there a Chuck,
And everywhere a Chuck;
With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
&c., &c., &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's DUCKS,
With a Quack-quack here, and a Quack-quack there,
And here a Quack, and there a Quack,
And everywhere a Quack;
With a Grunt-grunt here, and a Grunt-grunt there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Chuck-chuck here, &c.
With a Baa-baa here, &c.
With a Gee-wo here, &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
I used to keep my master's DUCKS,
With a Quack-quack here, and a Quack-quack there,
And here a Quack, and there a Quack,
And everywhere a Quack;
With a Grunt-grunt here, and a Grunt-grunt there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Chuck-chuck here, &c.
With a Baa-baa here, &c.
With a Gee-wo here, &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?